Their counterbalance act worked flawlessly and they were beginning to like each other now apart from being lovers in France which drove so endlessly into mindless garbage I'm surprised it's how they do it in France.
The night had ended and they were back in their lovers quarters, they did it like rabbits would do if they were dying the next day and had a freak tendency to do whatever the first thing that came to mind was. They had it here that they should try something that wasn't gross to spectators alike.
They were glancing at each other's necks quite curiously. She had a long neck, one a model needed to survive in this industry, he had a short neck which he washed quite nicely with soap before they went any further. He had a quick wash when he reminded himself they had done it 15 times prior to him washing his narrow asscheeks.
She didn't seem to mind and the aroma was powerful when he got back into his cocoon with her under the bed sheet, there was a medley of bugs waiting for him there and he decided to back off from doing it further. They made their way to crashing onto the floor to continue once more into the darkness of the nighttime.
They would crash into countless furniture that seemed to remind them of the life they had before they met each other. It was boring furniture they both thought. I thought to myself, why are we here in the first place? Why do we continue to watch these creatures when they are perfectly fine alone? Well there's a story in fact, it's not just ruckus love making for 8 chapters, no we'll find the story with another creature in fact, the cat from earlier.
You see, the cat was a diseased animal. It turned her into a rabbit and then realized the knob was twisted the wrong way. A laser straight down onto the cat rabbit turning it into a pretty princess of a human being. The cat growled in anger, what kind of tomfoolery is this? She thought to herself about what she was doing as a cat before she realized she would have liked to be a dog instead of a rabbit and didn't know what clues god was giving her. Cats are very religious animals to tell you the truth, they could communicate with the pyramids and have long discussions about how their day was going. She was cut from that same cloth, a youthful example of what roughhousing inside her human parent's living room would look like. She felt defiled by her old owners and set her sights on fixing this problem she had so vigorously that she would get a cat in the first place just to watch the miracle unfold. She loved cat creatures the same way animals love furry animals to murder viciously. Her talons unfolded and it was off to set a dastardly plan in motion, it counted the seconds she would have until she got her revenge on the people who brutalized her to start off a craze of wild adventures in her wake. She then made her way up the steps to her vicious attackers, in the first place, she wasn't living there, she just made her way in one morning and found a shocked look on her face as she was getting more milk from the counter than any cat should. She was alone in fact, since birth her mother left her blind and unknowing about her private stories that cats can share telepathically. She was in a blind hurry to find something out so that she could make a meal to satisfy her stomach. She broke in and raided her fridge, this time it was personal. She had a large orange juice container and it seemed like she was out for the day. Perfect, she thought to herself, I'll just take these and leave as gracefully as possible. I should hit the next house on the block as well, she thought, scheming wildly. She exited the house quickly and as quiet as a mouse with food in her arms the likes of which she had never seen so much of.
She sneaked out the back alley way and into the watchful hours of the morning. It was then her fullest imaginations would be possible, she would be able to eat food made for people instead of bland oatmeal and pasta people let out for too long. She had French dip with garlic bread and gravy with omelets. It was a masterpiece stuffed in a garbage bag, she said to herself.
Magnifique, I say to myself, now where's that worm getting at?
Oh he's brushing his teeth which are strawberry orange in color, he swigged the mouthwash and proceeded to carefully unravel his sweatpants onto the floor for another terrific mess of getting it on with a familiar other, but something was off this time, she just wanted to lay underneath the covers and talk to him, cradling his masculine features and craving for more down the line after she was done talking to him, "You're a big boy, you know that? But your teeth reek of foul odors and I can't kiss a man who is like that." She was rubbing salt on his wound, he felt a foul odor coming from her as well, "Show me your teeth," he said calmly. She looked scared for a moment and proceeded to open up her mouth, a waft of air fell neatly into his lap and carried him to the most intense disgust he had ever felt towards a woman before. "You don't brush your beak, it's your smell that's giving me a bad taste and you can't even smell your own perfume." She laughed, the aroma carried its way up his nose, he can't believe he didn't notice it faster, he shot out of bed and into the carried lap of the toaster oven to prepare even more food, he was too hungry to manage. "You look at me like I'm a freak or something," she said from bed, too hungry to manage as well, "make me an egg white omelette if you will." He needed to get high to keep her from ruining his stay, one hit from the bong and he was ready to start the day. In a furious heat he said, "I'll make the omelette for both of us if you brush your teeth for goodness sake, how many days have we been going at this?" She looked at the clock, it read 2:30PM "My guess is about a week," she said ungrounded. It was then he noticed something stinky with her food she had in the refrigerator, it was all rotten, black, and sticky. "I think I know where this is going, we might have been enraptured with ourselves for far too long, this is terrible." He said laughing at himself from the spectacular incident that occurred.
They walked out with the trash bags and saw the smart Alec cat from earlier on, Frank squinted his eyes as though he could not believe what he was seeing, a talentedly rich blonde stepping over him on the fence right in front of them holding a trash bag and completely nude. She pointed at him with her breast exposed towards them, "A mollusk and a bird, how revolutionary that you should spend your time toiling with troubles such as yourself when you could be marveling at me, a beauty of an actress with no need for foolish clothing as yourselves." Frank took this to mean a bad thing had happened to her, but upon further inspection, he realized that it was the cat from earlier, he went back to his old ways that got him in trouble before, "You get down from here this instant, this is not a place for a cat cat parade around with some garbage bag, you will be shot by police when you resist their arrest, now come quickly inside so we can have a word with you." Muriel seemed impressed with his foolish behavior, "And why would I want a cat living with me in our humble abode?" Frank looked awkward at the word our, "Surely you don't think we're living together, that would be highway robbery in my book." Muriel laughed and sighed, "Surely you're not bringing a cat in to the house when we were going to continue our struggles in blissful and mortal ways?" He looked at her dead in the eyes, "If you don't help this cat person, she could be captured by the police, certainly you remember your first naked night?" Muriel did have a similar memory, "Well I was picked up by a billionaire and we chatted the night away, he couldn't believe my story and I got him too drunk to continue further with him, so I left and he found me later and gave me a job with a modeling agency." He looked shocked, so far as for his face to turn white remembering his first night. He was naked, scared, alone, and for some reason, kept rolling around in the dirt. At first it was fun, but then it became a way to hide his…
You know we should really pay attention to the elephant in the room, they quickly said fine after she jumped down and embraced them with a hug. The doorman was freaked out but as soon as he saw Muriel things began to add up and he didn't care, Frank stayed outside to smoke a cigarette with him, he needed one at this very moment. A nervous shock came from the front desk counter. Frank challenged the doorman to a challenge of patience as he rattled on and on about the story that got them there in the first place, the doorman wanted to be alone with his cigarette until he heard that Frank and Muriel were in fact creatures not from this realm of possibilities. "Is there any way you can prove you're an earthworm and not some psychic detective?" Frank looked confused at the doorman's statement, "You're going to have to explain that last part." He took a long drag from his cigarette, "You must know everything that comes through that door to be prepared as a door handler and I see great power emanating from you, all three of you as a matter of fact. You know animals are psychic and all that bullshit, so am I to a lesser degree. My father was a great man that helped solve crimes for the police department and his talent rubbed off on me. You seem to be a lot better than she is at it actually." Frank folded his brow, "On the contrary actually, she found out I was an earthworm before I figured out she was a peacock." The doorman looked surprised, "She found out you were an earthworm just from looking at you? I'm not surprised, you seem to be going through a lot of what us psychic door handlers like to call trauma." Frank looked at awe in him, he couldn't imagine such a man could exist as this doorman did, he laid carefully a long winded response, "You're barking up the right tree in fact, I did have a largely tragic experience that happened when I was first turned into a human. It lasted a week and I haven't recovered from that." The doorman rested his hand on his shoulder, Frank accepted it since intimacy was a pleasure source for him now, she had seen that into fruition. "It seems to me you have a lot on your table, would you like to chat once you're done fooling around with the second animal?" Frank blushed and said his goodbyes after stomping his cigarette out.
He walked up the stairs and heard a terrible crash, it was noisy coming up the 3rd floor, the downstairs neighbor seemed to be having a fit and the sound coming from upstairs was audible crashing and banging sticks together, he rushed up the stairs and knocked on the door, he tried the knob and it opened. Inside he found a rush of presents laying there for him, the cat was knocked out on the floor, fully wrapped in a silly garment that was too big for her. The garment in question made Frank blush because there was a curious lack of pants, a g-strap laid bare on her. It was curious how animals act towards each other, instead of asking what happened, Frank bent down and threw up.
Muriel was wondering what was happening and handed him a towel, "What happened?" Asked Frank, "I was brushing my teeth and she ambushed me, I had to fight her off with a broomstick and I clocked her right in the jaw," she looked proud and was looking for praise. The tangled knot of her panties laid in a ball around her ankle, she had broken free. The cat knew no earthly boundaries and she was rolling around on the floor quite heavenly with a busted jaw line. Eventually they got the cat to calm down by going blind to her psychopath nature. She threw a hairball out when she spotted the pile of vomit.
Muriel took it upon herself to clean everything up and they went on their merry way until another fight broke out. This time she was wearing clothes. The fight seemed to spur from a disagreement over who was the better life form. It didn't seem to matter because Muriel seemed to be a Jiu Jitsu expert from classes she might have told Frank about in the blur of their stay. It was pitch dark in their flat, they had eradicated every lamp and light fixture and Frank was beginning to have a panic attack trying to get the two to calm down. Finally the cat had gotten on top of Muriel and scratched her face with dull nails, Frank took this as a good time to step in and grabbed the cat while getting a few scratch marks himself, he had enough of this animal, so he thought literally, "We will not feed you if you continue to act this way," The cat felt something change, she didn't want to attack a man that was holding her so tenderly all of a sudden.
She crawled into the corner with her garbage bag and continued to feast on bread and orange juice. They had enough with her, they wanted her out, but her sudden change made her delightful to be around. They asked her where she came from and how she got that bag and she explained it like she was a hero in an old story about an errant knight. Muriel had enough when she heard how she got the trash bag, "You have committed a crime and we must report you to the authorities before it's too late and they catch us helping you!" Frank had his back to the wall on the issue, he tried to complain, "This might be a simple matter, we can just wait here for things to blow over, she needs to have a life that isn't ransacked with disease and misfortune, she can't stay out unclothed with nothing to live for." Muriel nodded, "okay, then it's a simple matter, but she's not staying here, I want my boy back." Frank looked sure of himself, he leaned over to where the cat was and began a long lengthy dialogue about how to act accordingly but halfway through he was bit, Frank recoiled, she spoke out, "I love how I used to live and I will act how I want to act, meow, this college you speak of means nothing to me and the talented act you are performing seems daft in comparison to the robbery I committed and got away with, I seem to be a natural at it, maybe I should start with you next!" Muriel was about to throw down but Frank stepped in, "Maybe you should start thinking about your future, do you want to go to jail?" The cat crossed her arms, "Why would I go to jail for robbing people and what's jail?" Frank held himself upright, "Jail is a place where terrible scary criminals go, and if a pretty girl like you finds herself in there she will be sold to the highest bidder." She looked confused, "What does that mean, what will they do to me?" Frank had a cold dead look in his eyes to try and sell it, "Anything they want to do with you, and these are horrible people as a matter of fact, they could make you lick the ground for fun and then beat you horribly for it afterwards." Her eyes turned black, she looked at the trash bag and her face went pale, she couldn't believe what awful tragedy could have committed if she was not here and somewhere else.
The lock to the house was wrapped tight and the clock on the wall was razor sharp second by second. The writing on the wall was different now and they could all tell something had to be done, so they decided to have some fun with it. They brought out Smile, The Beach Boys album and decided to kick it since Muriel was done fighting like an animal. They got to the part about a little girl in Spain and decided it was the right time to take this animal out to do something fun.
They sparked a joint and reminisced about what it was like being animals, they thought it was funny for a second but on later thoughts appreciated where they were staying more than the animal kingdom. "Oh my garden and nest were filthy, just a tragedy waiting to happen for any bird wanting to flock over and come guide me to their nest," Frank had a better story, "Once I was in the air with a bird and I managed to wiggle loose, it was the best day of my life, the freedom took me to far off reaches of my imagination, I felt like a king for getting through it's sharp talons, didn't feel a thing." Lily (the cat) had a better story than that one, I'm afraid, "One time I was strapped to a calodendrum bush and people were standing there rocking it back and forth, and I said screw it, I'm going to give this motherfucker mange so I blasted off when they rocked it forth and my claws were quite sharp back then so I ruined his face and then scared off the other terrible teenager who rocked the bush as well, whenever I saw them again I would rustle my fangs, and they would piss themselves for my presence." They were rushed to that story, they wanted a new one, she looked displeased because she didn't have one that was that good besides the fact that she knew them when she was a cat.
It was that day they settled on going to the movie theater, Lily would laugh out hard at every joke they told in film and it made the two lovebirds uncomfortable but they were glad she was having fun so fluently. It gave them hope for the future, maybe she could be a carnie. Lily thought being a carnival worker sounded fun on their walk home but Muriel had a different idea, "Deary, why don't you come with me to go to work tomorrow and we'll see how you fit in, you're a dastardly cute cat and you would light up the station with your thick brows and mighty lips." Frank thought she could be a model as well and pushed her into it. Lily relented and said alright, she would be a show girl model and take the world by storm with her vicious acts.
She was a queen I'm afraid and queens find work in modeling quite slimming to the point of their character getting manipulated to find other crews of friends and take out revenge on who stood before them in the past, but this wouldn't work for her, Muriel explained what a wild world modeling was and how you needed to make friends to stay afloat, Lily was aghast when she heard she would have to make more friends in this town but relented into it as a passé concept hearted by a friend and not an actual constitution of freelance modeling. It was a great world these 3 lived in, no conflict to speak of and not a mouse in their apartment. Things were going great until one day Frank needed a job and wanted some peace and quiet outside of Muriel and present company.
He would find newspaper clippings all around his work station that Muriel laid out for him all comfy like, he had a typewriter, some spare screws that didn't go to use, and a computer he brought from his house before it was demolished. This computer was the only thing he brought back because the time left him with Muriel around. It was this chapter he said adieu to her and left for work on another strict guidelines on how to act and be merry in working instead of floundering around like antics made themselves scarce around that office, it was a perfect place for Frank to think about how the last office he was in let a peacock in at 5pm flatlined his coworkers into buying him a drink and boasted him to the higher reaches of the office. When Frank was focused he was a dynamite accountant and nothing could see his way out of a mess. With Christmas around the corner, Frank had worked so much overtime gladly, he had enough to make it seem worthy to go on a vacation and spend it with friends. He had a new place with a new couch and no bedbugs, Frank would often clean his apartment bare of only the carpet that needed to be washed, but Frank said screw it and threw the rug off after vacuuming it only once. He liked hardwood floor and would make his floor sing and sparkle with shining agents and polish. He laid bare to his old life and decided to start a new one free from the hassles of getting bedbugs everywhere and leaving food around the kitchen unchecked and outside of the refrigerator. And this is where this chapter says adieu.